She crossed her arms, trying to maintain her usual superiority.
—And what are you going to do? Report your own sister?
Before I could answer, the landline rang. My mother picked it up reflexively and, upon hearing it, went pale.
“The police?” he whispered, covering the receiver. “They’re asking about the car… about a hit-and-run.”
Lucía took a step back. I approached, calmly took the receiver, and asked for the agent’s name and badge number. They gave them to me. I wrote everything down.
“Okay, officer,” I said. “I’ll be at the station with the paperwork in ten minutes.”
My mother grabbed my arm.
“No!” he shouted. “You’re going to say it was you!”
I looked at her, resolute.
—I’m not going to lie. Especially not about something like this.
Lucia clenched her teeth, and finally her voice broke.
